“If my thoughts wandered from my duty for an hour, a night’s reflection has corrected them,” answered Gabrielle slowly.
“The night had nothing but bitterness for me,” cried Lucette dismally. “And to-day Denys has ridden away without a word.”
“You should not provoke his anger against you so lightly.”
“There was no cause for it. He would be jealous of another man’s shadow,” said Lucette with a pout; and then with a quick change of mood, she cried: “Oh, how selfish I am; but how am I to tell you?”
“To tell me what?”
“I don’t know what name to give it, or how to speak of it. I was talking with Master Dauban, your uncle’s secretary——”
“So that was the cause of Denys’ anger! Lucette, Lucette!”
“I hate him; he is a loathsome creature.”
“Then why talk to him?”
“He made me talk to him by what he said.”